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Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday

Business, Aphrodite thought, was good.

Or, as good as it could be when you were a love goddess running a sex shop on an island like Fandom. Especially since she didn't have to care about the money.

She liked her store, she really did, but as she stood and looked at it today, Aphrodite was feeling a little homesick. She'd been to visit Olympus only once or twice since arriving on Fandom, and since her conversation with Cupid last week she'd been thinking of her temple, and the beautiful stone images of, well, her.

But returning there would have to wait, because the shop needed to be opened.

Or would it? With a wicked smile, Aphrodite rolled up her non-existent sleeves and lifted her hands. She was a goddess, she'd just make the inside of the shop look like the inside of her temple! Yes, brilliant idea!

Before she could, Hercules jumped onto the counter in front of her and meowed, loudly. 'Dite dropped her hands and smiled, petting the cat as he purred.

"You're right. This is just as good."

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: open! I'll be afk for short periods, but around most of the day.)

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Castiel had been planning to find the proprietor of this establishment for something like weeks, now. It had taken him this long to get up the courage to actually enter for something other than idle curiosity.

Still, Sophie had said that 'Dite's might be useful, and she was a female human, so she must know, right? Right.

He entered the shop, looked around, cleared his throat, looked around again, and then proceeded to fidget.

Aphrodite had been restocking some naughty greeting cards when she heard the door open. A smile crossed her face, but she finished her task before she stepped out from display to see who it was.

He was fidgeting, and she raised an eyebrow, grinning.

"Hi! What can I do for you today?"

Castiel swallowed, then cleared his throat again. "I'm . . . not certain."

"Well." She folded her arms, trying not to smirk at him. "Let's start with your name, hm? I'm Aphrodite, but you can just call me 'Dite."

Right. Names he could do. And, hey, he'd managed to find the right person. "I am Castiel. Sophie said you could possibly help me."

"Ah, Sophie told you about me? Neat!" She scrunched her shoulders for a moment as she smiled at him. "Nice to meet you, Castiel." For a moment she thought she should know the name, but then the reason disappeared and she she gave an internal shrug.

"How can I help you?" If there was a flirt in that offer, please forgive her; she knows exactly what she does.

If there was a flirt in that offer, it went straight over the poor angel's head.

"I'm an angel of the Lord," Castiel explained. "And it's come to my attention that I may better understand the humanity that surrounds me if I . . . experience their carnal pleasure."

Smooth, Cass, real smooth.

That . . . gave Aphrodite pause.

"And Sophie sent you to me because . . .?" Surely her friend at the gallery did't mean for her to actually sleep with this . . . angel.

Flirting was one thing, but this guy looked like he'd run or break into prayer if she suggested anything other than the missionary position!

Well, no. He'd probably run or break into prayer well before she got to such a suggestion. If they made it that far, he'd be all for whatever positions or . . . accessories she might suggest.

"I believe she thought you might have advice for me?" He glanced around. "Seeing as you run a sex shop, and are either named for or possibly actually are the Grecian goddess of love."

That got a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I do run a sex shop, and I am the Grecian goddess of love, but it's hard to give advice if you don't know what the real topic is." Moving behind the counter, she took a seat on the stool there. "I mean, are you wondering how the sex act is performed? What it feels like? What the best position is? ~~Whether or not you should sleep with Chuck?~~"

That . . . was a good question. "I'm well aware of the mechanics of it," Castiel said. "The others I suppose may vary from person to person."

"True." She nodded. "So, what kind of advice to you need? Gotta help me narrow it down a little, Cas - can I call you Cas?- or I'll just tell you to go enjoy yourself."

"You might as well. Most do without asking." Castiel glanced around again. "I guess my . . . main trouble . . . is finding an appropriate person to try it with."

"What d'you mean by appropriate? I mean, a good looking guy like you, I'd bet there are lots of girls, and even guys, who would love to take you out for a test drive. As long as they're of age, go for it." She shrugged. "Unless you're going to wait for 'the one', the perfect someone you think you could fall in love with." 'Dite tilted her head. "Can angels fall in love? With one person, I mean? Or are you more of a Zeus type in that every pretty face is fair game?"

"All of mankind is very beautiful," Castiel said, possibly misunderstanding. "But I'm not certain if I should be looking for a 'perfect someone' or not. Opinions . . . seem to differ."

She could give the standard line about opinions; how they were like a specific part of the anatomy because everyone had one.

But this was Aphrodite.

"Opinions are like bad hors d'oeuvres; you don't really enjoy 'em, you just swallow 'em down and hope nobody offers you any more."

She settled her chin on her hand. "But if it's advice you want . . . well, I'd say it depends on you, and the big guy, and how long you're gonna be sticking around. If you're here for a day, find someone and get some experience. If you're here for twenty years, you could wait and be choosy. If you're here for a millenium," she shrugged, "you could do both."

"Ah." Castiel frowned. "I have absolutely no idea. I'm still not certain if I'm here for a specific purpose or if I'm being punished."

"Ah-huh. Well, then, my advice would be to be picky, but not too picky." She straightened, spreading her arms. "I mean, the world is full of beautiful people, like you said. But, that doesn't mean they'll all be compatible with you. I'd wait to find someone who is, and then . . ." The phrase 'fuck like bunnies' came to mind, but she wasn't sure the angel would get that. ". . . get naked with 'em."

"But how do I know if a person is . . . compatible?"

"Compatible for what? To spend the rest of your life with? You don't know. You won't know until you get to the end of your life together and go, 'wow, that was kind of cool and I wouldn't mind doing it again.' But to sleep with? Look, the only way you're really gonna know is if you just jump in and do it."

'Dite folded her arms, looking at him seriously. "And if you need some guidance in just choosing someone to sleep with? Look at them and think to yourself, 'if I woke up in the middle of the night and saw this face -- would I want to kiss it or scream?'" She shrugged. "If you think you'd want to kiss, them, by all means, do it!"

Castiel blinked.

Yeah, he was more confused than ever. "Uh. Thank you."

Yes, 'Dite had done her job well.

"You're very welcome." She waved to the store. "Feel free to look around, ask questions. Check out some of the porno films, maybe you'll get a feel for what you like and don't like."

Castiel nodded again. "Thank you, but I've seen the internet."

The whole thing. Well, all the stuff with porn, anyway.

Okay, so not really. He was limited by his spotty access to bandwidth.

"Oh, please." She waved a hand in dismissal. "Amateurs. Don't get me wrong, they're handsome enough, but there's no imagination." Either that, or too much, but she wasn't going there.

"Aaaaaaanyway, do you have any other questions for me?"

He still had a lot of questions, but couldn't figure out how to ask them. "I guess not. Thank you."

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